From the beginning of the year to now, one quarter, four months, and 100,000 words have passed.

From the whim just now, to the current discouragement, and then to the most sudden realization.

After listening to a lot, reading a lot, and thinking a lot, I suddenly realized that what clicks, what recommended books, and what collections are all nonsense.

The stories I have written are just my own dreams, fantasies, and worldly realms.

If you feel good, welcome to my world;

If you get bored, go well and don't send it.

Everyone lives for themselves in the end, so live well.